The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 216 One Against Twa

Chapter 216 One Against Two

“One Two Three

The moment that man shouted the final court, his voice dripping with threat a chill shot op Lity’s spine, every hair on her body standing on end.

She saw the sneer on his face as he lunged at her–but instead of dodging, she clenched the sharp hairpin in her hand and stabbed it at him with all her strength.

Yes, Lily had a defensive hairpin on her.

After losing her small cross–shaped knife at the Charmer, she bought several self–defense hairpins online.

These pins were double–layered.

On the surface, they looked like regular accessories.

But inside, a narrow, pointed blade could be pulled out–perfect for protection.

She’d worn that exact pin tonight for rehearsal.

And the moment she heard the door lock from the outside, she had quietly drawn the blade.

“Ahh! B*tch!”

The man had never expected her to be armed. She stabbed him again and again–shoulder, thigh, and between the legs–until he screamed in agony and collapsed, writhing on the floor.

The other man rushed at her to help.

Neither of them had brought weapons tonight–they were only here to take compromising photos.

Lily knew she couldn’t win in a pure fight.

But with one of them writhing on the ground and a weapon in her hand, she still had a chance.

“Put the knife down, b*tch!”

second man approached her

like a panther, he suddenly pounced, trying to snatch

gritting her teeth, kicked him

doubled over, groaning in pain, she seized the opportunity and stabbed him several

“You b*tch, ahh…”

her strength into it, Lily kicked him again right where

of a man’s body was the most vulnerable—if she was going to

his, she had to

1/2

One

aim there first.

I won’t let you get

rabid dog, managing to wrench the hairpin

waste

her with both hands and smashed it

impact didn’t knock him out–but it

her window was closing. If they got the upper hand again,

wanted to stop that from happening, she had

escape.

still locked from the

hope was

note of the

If she was lucky and one of the windows was open, she could climb in

last heave, she hurled the chair at both men, then

“Shit!”

she was doing, the two men staggered after her, trying

had hit them both. They stumbled

outside the window, held on tight, and

couldn’t relax

had climbed all the way down. They’d go looking for her outside. Meanwhile, she could sneak back into the building through a window, find someone,

in time, or if she could lead staff over to them, maybe they could

years

on the